Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.